Marry. Ride. Love.

But I knew it was for their safety

*Isabella*

I had been amazed that my legs had been so steady when I had jumped off Tino's lap, because damn, I had been so ready to fuck him right here and now.

Shit, I hadn't cared about anything.

But those words from Maro had made me act immediately. I pushed open the door.

"Oh thank God, you guys are dressed," he breathed out.

"Two minutes later and we wouldn't have been," Tino grumbled behind me as I left the two of them already standing and walked towards the paddock.

Bez was already standing at the door looking at me with a mixture of confusion and relief, he nodded, I followed him immediately.

"Maro drew the shortest straw." he let me know as we started looking "We were afraid to interrupt you screwing."

"Was a close call," I returned.

Bez gave a grunting laugh and gave me a sideways glance "You got him pretty good."

"The fuck I have.", I returned "He only needs to say one word and I'm on my knees.".

"I was more guessing two words," Bez grinned "Something like "good girl".".

My eyes widened a little as I looked at him. He started laughing "So you're a good girl?".

"Don't ever call me that again. I swear..."

"It's okay. I'm just teasing you. I would never dare get too close to you. I think I'd be a head shorter if I did." he laughed before we turned a corner "I'm sure he would have killed Marc too if he wasn't so hot for you."

I couldn't suppress the smirk. Alessia had been right, her plan had worked. Or it would have if Pietro hadn't shown up.

Again.

This guy really had a talent for interrupting us.

I hated him a little for it, because even though we hadn't had anything off yet, shit, I had been able to feel him. I had felt him so clearly that if he had put his mind to it, he could have made me climax fully clothed. I had been incredibly hot for him. Damn, and he was really well hung. Shit, I wanted him.

But my blood was fortunately just being pumped to other regions of my body. I had to concentrate on finding Marco now, and preferably before his father. No, absolutely before his father.

We split up at a fork in the road. Bez to the right, me to the left.

I quickened my steps a bit, then I could hear Marco.

"Mom? Mama?".

"Marco!", I gasped.

"Bella!", I heard his voice "Bella, help me! I don't know where I am."

"I can hear you, my love. Just keep talking, ok?"

"Bella, I'm scared. I just wanted to look because I think I saw Daddy. I must be watching mommy because you weren't there and Vale wasn't there and then... I don't know where I am."

"I'm close by, my darling. Everything's fine," I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

Shit, it was our fault that he had run away. Because Tino and I hadn't been able to pull ourselves together. The guilty conscience burned inside me as I kept walking.

"Keep talking, my love, so I can find you."

"Bella, I'm scared. I don't want Daddy to be back. I'm afraid he'll hurt mommy."

"He won't. The boys are with your mommy, watching over her."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise, my darling."